"Hurry up." Mu Yiran looked at the sky, it was already light at this time, but there was still some time before the stipulated voting deadline.
However, in the current situation, there is no need for everyone to search for the next step, because not far from everyone falling into the water, there is a huge building ship floating on the sea!
"Why—it's another ship?!" Wei Dong was shocked and confused, "It's endless? This is not the kind of infinitely nested space, right? When we sink out of this sea again, and then we go down again. An identical space?"
"No, it's not the same, look, there are people on this boat." Ke Xun had good eyesight, and pointed to the black people standing on the side of the boat, "They are all wearing ancient clothes, maybe it is the real person in this painting. the ancients."
"Get on the boat and have a look." Mu Yiran said, and took the lead in swimming towards the building boat.
The people on the boat also found the people swimming in the sea. After a hoot, someone lowered a rope ladder from the boat.
Everyone climbed up with water, and then they were surrounded by this group of quaint people.
Looking at the dress, it does look like someone from the Qin and Han Dynasties, and then looking at the flagpole standing on the building boat, the word "Qin" in seal script is embroidered on it.
The group of people silently stared at the crowd with surprise, and they could even see fear in their eyes.
Ke Xun and the other seven did not act rashly, standing on the deck drenched in water, exchanging glances with each other.
The two sides were at a stalemate. Suddenly, the ancient people in front of them moved away from each other, and then a person walked out from the back of the crowd. Seeing that he was dressed like a high-ranking person, he bowed to the seven people, and then began to speak.
The seven looked at each other.
What does this say? It sounds like Cantonese, like Hokkien, and a bit like Hakka.
"It is said that the pronunciation of Mandarin in Qin Dynasty is similar to Cantonese." Shao Ling whispered to everyone.
Wei Dong and Luo Meng were confused: "Shouldn't the Mandarin of the Qin Dynasty be Shaanxi dialect?"
Shao Ling said that he did not want to pay attention to these two people.
It is a pity that there are no people from Guangdong Province among the seven people. Even if there are, there is probably a large variation in the pronunciation of ancient and modern, and it is not necessarily understandable.
Mu Yiran stepped forward, bowed in response to the action of the man opposite, and then made a writing gesture with his hand.
The man on the other side quickly understood, turned his head and said a few words to the man next to him. The man saluted and quickly turned and ran away. After a while, he came with a silk and pen and ink.
Mu Yiran turned his head and called to Wei Dong: "Try to use the simplest lines to clearly draw what I mean - draw a building ship with an ancient man on board who is drawing."
Wei Dong hurriedly responded, and he didn't care about the water on his body. He took the painting tools, spread them out on the spot, picked up the pen and started to draw on the silk.
Luo Meng looked aside and sighed: "Fortunately we have a brother, what kind of immortal touch is this, you can draw it vividly with just a few strokes."
Shao Ling also thought to the side: It is true that no one should be despised, no matter how good a person is, there will be things they are not good at, and no matter how ordinary people are, they will also have their shining points.
The ordinary and ordinary Comrade Wei Dong completed this painting without using it for three minutes. After the painting was completed, he showed it to everyone, and its content was clear at a glance.
Mu Yiran pointed to the person in the lead and pointed to the person who was painting on the painting, then waved his hand to the ancient people surrounding him, and then pointed to the person in the painting who was painting.
The meaning is also very clear, it is to find people who can paint among these people on board.
The person in the lead quickly understood, and said a few words to the others. Someone led the order away again, and the person in the lead made several gestures to Mu Yiran, meaning to invite them into the cabin to talk. talk.
Mu Yi Ran shook his head and expressed his refusal.
Time waits for no one, and they have no spare time to deal with irrelevant matters.
The person in the lead seemed to have something important to say to a few people. Seeing that Mu Yi was unmoved, this person thought about it, and then called someone to come and give a few words. The person quickly turned his head and ran away. into the cabin.
"It seems that 'Painting' has been upgraded since "The Scarlet Beast"," Qin Ci looked at the ancients in front of him, "The NPC characters in the painting are no longer doing simple mechanical actions, they It seems... smarter, or more like a real human."
"Yes," Zhu Haowen said, "Even if we didn't influence the plot, they still have their own 'life' trajectory and even thoughts. This kind of upgrade is terrifying."
"Uh... Where is it?" Luo Meng shivered and asked timidly.
Qin Ci and Zhu Haowen lowered their eyes to think about a more accurate answer. Ke Xun's eyes swept across the faces of the ancients who were still watching them with curiosity and awe, and thoughtfully said, "This feeling is like... , have you seen "Pacific Rim"?"
Some nodded, some shook their heads.
Ke Xun said: "Monsters invaded the human world from another world under the sea. At first, only the lowest-level monsters entered, only one at a time, and later they became two invaders at a time, and the ability level of the monsters also increased accordingly. , The later, the higher the level of the monsters, the more the number of invading the human world. I don't know why, the 'painting' feels a bit similar to this, the NPCs in the painting are more and more real and intelligent, just It's as if... there are 'humans' from another world slowly invading and replacing us, at first they test us with some mechanized lowest level members, then they send high level to continue to test, and then send out higher level The... launch the invasion."
"Brother, you have a big brain." Luo Meng couldn't help but shivered again.
Just as he was talking, he saw the person who ran to the cabin just now came back, and there was another person behind him. Seeing this person, the members of the group of seven all exclaimed in surprise, and even Mu Yiran had a look of surprise. outside.
"Hey, we meet again." Fang Fei raised her hand and shook it at a few people.
"—Fuck—what's going on?!" Wei Dong threw out deafening questions on behalf of everyone.
Fang Fei came to the front with a calm expression: "I shot the chicken's feather, and it rushed up to destroy the rhino horn in my hand. I was worried that once the rhino horn was destroyed, it would fall into an illusion again, so I hurriedly wanted to avoid it. As a result, I was chased too hard by it and fell into the sea in a hurry. Then I found out that the rhino horn can burn in the sea, and I thought, I should at least try to find Yu Long's body before I die... Then I kept going down Diving, I ended up here. These ancients may have thought that I was some kind of god or someone with magical powers, they put me on the boat, but the language is not good, and there is not much communication for the time being. "
Everyone felt both surprised and lucky. Ke Xun raised a smile and Fang Fei said, "Well, I said you won't lose, how does it feel to defeat death?"
"Very good." Fang Fei also smiled.
"My God, I admire this girl so much." Wei Dong said to Luo Meng next to him.
"Yes, brother, she is more manly than you." Luo Meng praised.
Weidong: "..." How do you say that, you poor boy.
The appearance of Fang Fei made everyone feel refreshed, and she was used to seeing the irreversible deaths of the people around her, and finally there was such a person... Winning, no, you won the death of the person, this kind of joy and The feeling of gratification makes people full of hope and strength.
As he spoke, the person who had been ordered to act by the leader came back with eight people behind him. The leader pointed to these eight people and made a drawing gesture at Mu Yiran.
"These people should be the painters on the boat." Mu Yiran and his companions said.
"But... Of these eight people, who is the real author of "The Burning Rhinoceros at Sea"?" Wei Dong scratched his head.
Shao Lingdao: "The painters in Qin Dynasty also belonged to the hundred craftsmen, and most of them do not have their names. If this painting was made by these painters, it is very likely that they are not qualified to leave their seals or names on the painting."
"Then, what should I do? How can I make a painting without a seal?" Luo Yu continued to tremble.
Shao Ling frowned and thought hard, but found that the eyes of the old members were all looking at Mu Yiran, so they also looked at this person.
Mu Yiran raised his eyes, the sea and morning light reflected in his eyes, and made several gestures towards the man in the lead.
He pointed to the eight painters who were brought in, made a painting gesture, then waved his hand and pointed to the far sky behind them.
That's the direction where everyone fell.
After getting on the boat, everyone focused their attention on the ancients in front of them.
Right now, following Mu Yiran's gesture, everyone turned their heads in unison, and turned their eyes to the sky and the sea behind them, and then they were stunned in surprise.
Just at the place where the clouds and mists connected to the sea that day seemed to be very close, but also seemed to be very far away, a mirage of misty and dreamy scenes, like a giant screen floating in front.
In the mirage surrounded by clouds and mists, the immortal mountains are faint in the distance, and there are several pavilions among the peaks;
"—The Mirage!" Wei Dong exclaimed in surprise, "We actually—we actually stayed in the Mirage all the time?!"
Mu Yiran didn't care about the surprise of his companions, he just gestured to the eight painters to draw the situation in front of him. The leader still held some respect for these people, so Mu Yiran's request was quickly passed. After fetching eight sets of painting tools, the eight painters sat on the ground and painted immediately.
The person entering the painting did not make a sound, and stared nervously at the painter for a while, then turned to stare at the mirage in the distance for a while.
Mirages can last for a short time or a long time. Although mirages appearing in the early morning are rare, they are not uncommon. Sometimes they can last for forty minutes, and sometimes they can last for more than two hours.
But there is not much time left for this painting, the time for the end of the voting is approaching, and how to get the seal, it seems that there is no clear way yet...
The time was getting more and more pressing, and the hearts of the people were also getting higher and higher. Luo Yu was so nervous that he forgot to breathe, and his pale face was turned white and red.
Until the time approached the last few minutes, the eight painters had almost finished painting their own works, Mu Yi stepped forward to carefully observe the eight paintings, and everyone rushed up - by this time, everyone had understood Mu Yi. With sullen intentions, eight pairs of eyes stared at the painting, desperately looking at the eight paintings—
"—This one!" Seven or eight hands all pointed to one of them—this is exactly what they saw in the art museum, the real original painting of "The Burning Rhinoceros at Sea"!
"But - there is no seal!" Wei Dong cried out in a hurry.
The crowd was at a loss.
Suddenly, Ke Xun turned around and grabbed the artist who drew the "Rhino Burning Rhinoceros at Sea", grabbed one of his hands, grabbed the pen in his hand, and used the tip of the pen to brush on one of his fingers. After a moment, he forcibly dragged the finger and pressed it against the sea of the painting.
The silk on which the picture was painted suddenly lit up with white light on all four sides, forming the appearance of a painting scroll. The center of the scroll fell and squeezed in—
"crash thump..."
Seven or eight people fell in a mess on the cold marble floor of the museum.
"Fuck Ke'er—you're so arrogant!" Wei Dong was pressed down at the bottom, but he didn't care, he raised his voice full of happiness and excitement for the rest of his life and shouted at his Tie Zi, "Why are you? Do you know how to press the handprint?!"
"I'll just think about it..." Ke Xun fell into his boyfriend's arms, opened his arms to wrap his arms around him tightly, and didn't want to get up immediately, "The seal and signature are proof of the artist's identity. , Pressing the handprint is also a form of identity proof, since the language is not good, there is no way for him to sign his name, and the painter may not have a seal, so he can only press the handprint."
Shao Ling got up and first looked at the imitation "The Burning Rhinoceros at Sea" on the wall.
Said to be an imitation, it is actually more like a remake of the original. It faithfully reflects all the details of the original on the painting and silk, including the damaged areas.
It turns out that the chaotic places in the sky are mirages, but because of the age, the color has faded, and the lines have become blurred.
Shao Ling stared at the painting for a while, looked at everyone with a complicated expression, and pointed to the sea surface: "This place in the original painting has an imprint in the form of a fingerprint. If you don't look carefully, it will follow the ripples of the sea It almost melts into one."
"So, did the painting come first, or did we come first?" Qin Ci philosophically said.
"Ah—" A scream came from the door of the exhibition hall, and everyone was startled, and turned their heads to look in unison.
Seeing that there were several female spectators, they were staring at this side with shock and disgust, and asked in a sharp voice: "What are you doing! You are a hooligan! Security - security - we called the police!"
Everyone suddenly reacted, and looked down at themselves in unison, and saw that everyone was wearing only one pair of underwear, the flat-angled triangle T-shaped ones with elephant trunks, the styles were various, and the colors were distinct.
Only Mu Yiran and Fang Fei were neatly dressed, and each took a few steps to the side at the moment, pretending to not know these people.
Everyone: "… "
No wonder Mu Yiran refused to take off his clothes when he jumped off the boat.
Shao Ling thought.